Zhang Qishan motioned for him to open his palm, put the second ring in his hand, and held it for a while.
"The second ring can open the darkroom of the Crescent Hotel. There is also everything Wu Shanju and Gu Tongjing brought out. You know what to do."
"Yes, I understand." Zhang Rishan's hand holding Er Xianghuan trembled slightly.
"You have to live a good life." "If you meet a girl you like, give her the two-ring ring and treat it as my gift to her." He smiled, and a tear fell from his face where he was cut by the wind and frost knife. "Don't... Let anyone down."
Every day he spent from then on, Zhang Qishan could feel that he was one day closer to his liberation.
"The weather is really good this year, and it has never snowed until now." Zhang Rishan was afraid that he would be too bored, so he kept looking for topics to chat with him.
"It's going to... Snow"
The third day of the Lunar New Year is the busiest time in the town. Children playing in the alleys add a breath of life to the bleak winter day.
Zhang Qishan is gone, and no one knows except Zhang Rishan.
On the day of the funeral, it snowed for the first time in Golmud at the beginning of the year. Zhang Rishan remembered that many years ago, around this time, he accompanied the Buddha and his wife to the temple for restoration. He remembered that Buddha held incense and made three wishes to the Buddha statue.
May the world be peaceful and the seas and rivers clear.
Secondly, I hope that the years can be looked back and old friends will never leave.
Three wishes to grow old together in deep love.
At that time, Zhang Rishan knew a little bit about the first two, but he couldn't get through the third wish.
Now Zhang Rishan has stood in the snow for a long time, and then he knows what white heads are. It's just that the years can't be looked back, all the old friends are gone, and there is no one to share the deep love with.
Time cannot spare the world, but it has failed him.
